Issue No 176 Ffff Lyrics
FFFF by Issue No. 176
Feat. KEN REBEL
(Intro)
I got the pedal to the floor
Windows up in these white clouds
(Verse: G4shi)
Neva eat with muthafuckas who brag about feeding yo'
Hustle on yo own, guarantee yo day start feeding yo'
Ranger said to brake you when yo friends start to believe in you
Everybody has a limit, push it and they leavin' you
G4shi, where you been, I been busy gettin' strong, hoe
High as a muthafucka, hash racks on my bong, hoe
Sipped a little mud, then I mixed it up with butter
I swear I neva do no drugs, but tonight I wanna feel numb
I showed 'em love (I used to look out for people)
Cause of love (now I look out for people)
Cause they want my dough, want my life, want my clothes
Want my wife, want my hoes, keep the snakes up out yo home
Fuck these basic rappers who still wear they jeans up with they thumbs
They so quick to hate on ME cause I made it on my own
They stuck in a 360, now they really need a loan
Kings neva leave they throne for some peasants throwin' stones
(Hook x2)
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
(I don't really trust nobody)
(Verse: KEN REBEL)
It's rebel life, baby, we out here
Steppin' up to the battle play, wassup
Riches gonna sell like a prostitute
Hold her over every single obstacle
Father to you, biological
Brio when I'm so logical
Support rat niggas but you hate on me?!
Put dirt on my plate but you ate off me?!
MOE, that's my grind to sleep
Ironically, that's my problem, G
I'm supposed to get changed when she done change, nigga
Fortune and fame I'm just inna change niggas
Made a few figures where I used to hang niggas
Acrylic my lyrics, I paint the big picture
So slept on, less a headache on this side
Poet potential but the bestest do rich right
Few homies switch sides
Hang with the more popular, not some bitch ass niggas
Fuck Sky Low but the fans increase
Thrown in my bio green, ain't no fan of me
I ain't trust ya, ain't be who you claim to be
Can't relate to yo shit, it don't retain to me
Where you here? Got yo rubble on the track
Are you far? Rappers betta hide from yo shacks
Do yo course up from the church to the chapel
This da new shit that put New York on the map
Nigga
(Hook x2)
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em
(I don't really trust nobody)